There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief … And unspeakable love …
Washington Irving

After the death of a beloved, there is no avoiding the overwhelming grief or the tears. In the immediate aftermath, we may be in shock, feel numb or even be in denial about the loss. Although everyone’s timetable is different, eventually we have to acknowledge the loss and how devastated we are. No matter how painful, we must sit with our grief and all that we’ve lost in order to start healing.

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At Salt Water, we can help you learn to live with an unbearable loss. We offer ideas, strategies, tools and most importantly, hope that you can survive the death of someone you didn’t think you could live without.

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Brenden in a teal jacket, next to his dad. Annicka and Julie are sitting below them on the same boulder with trees and a mountain in the background

Broken Can Be Fixed

When I was told my son was dead–I crumbled inside. I was completely broken and a mess for a long time. How could this be true?

Two large boulders in the ocean close to the shoreline. The sun is just above the horizon casting a pink and blue cast on the water and an orange band in the sky with blue above it

Second Chances

… we who have had our travel plans disrupted and rerouted via the valley, we recognise each other. even from far off. even in our silence, we can tell who colours beyond the rules and the walls, and all over the straight lines that keep us from seeing the light inside each other. Liezel Graham

Brenden, Annicka, Julie & her husband in a row all wearing blue t-shirts.

You Just Do

21 months ago my life was forever changed. My first born and only son passed away November 10, 2019. Brenden was such an amazing person – smart, kind, always made you feel good about yourself, and at the age of 19, he was living his best life at Cal Poly when he died of alcohol poisoning.

Molly, Barbara, Margo. Molly is wearing an olive green long-sleeve shirt and a black down vest with her long hair pulled back in a pony tail. Barbara is wearing a light blue collared shirt and violet blue sweater. She has short white hair and is using a walker. Margo is wearing black pants and a beige sweater with her purse across her body

The Last Remaining Brick

We are defined by whom we have lost. Anna Quindlen


After saying goodbye to Mom in the hospital Thursday and eulogizing her on Saturday, I board a plane back to LA on Sunday. As I make my way onto the plane, ‘baby jewelry to be worn by grandchildren’ causes my knees to buckle with the realization that, if I have them, she will never meet my children.

The Statistics Of Hope

His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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